Ma Xianglin only felt that the phrase "bastard" seemed to be scolding Zheng Haizhu, and he immediately felt unhappy in his heart.
But he has experienced far more ups and downs than Man Gui, who is several years older than him, and his ability to control anger is naturally better than his.
"Brother Mangui, why did you say this?" Although Ma Xianglin calmed down the corner of his mouth, there was still no hint of seriousness in his tone.
General Zhao's lieutenant, before Ma Xianglin could finish his words, stepped forward to pick up the bloody bag, and patted Man Gui on the arm carefully, and scolded Man Gui in a low voice: "Two hammers, I can't carry you on my forehead."
What a fool! Please make amends to General Ma!"
Man Gui rolled his neck, stared at Ma Xianglin and said: "Thanks to General Ma for being considerate, but I just want to take my children and guard the Yehu Ridge and the land next to it. Even if I enjoy the blessings, I won't go there."
"Why?" Ma Xianglin lowered his chin and looked at Mangui and asked.
"My benefactor is here to take care of me. He gave me the flag before he died. When a civil servant's father and mother die, they still have to return to their hometown to observe mourning. Aren't we military men heartless?"
Ma Xianglin's cheeks relaxed a little, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, you don't just know how to curse, you also speak eloquently."
General Zhao's deputy general coughed dryly, patted Man Gui's dirty cloth armor with several holes in it, turned to Ma Xianglin and said: "All the rough guys in our Xuan army are of this benevolent nature. His master is the leader.
General Banner, two years ago, several Jurchen traders from Zhangjiakou got together with some Bayala from the old chieftain to rob Dingkou cattle and sheep, and General Banner was killed in the battle."
Ma Xianglin turned his face solemnly, lowered his eyes for a moment, took off the wine bag from his waist and handed it to Man Gui: "Take a sip."
Man Gui was busy killing people and rushing for more than ten hours. He just needed hot wine to pay homage to the Temple of the Five Internal Organs, so he took the wine bag without saying a word and drank it.
I heard the barbarian from Sichuan on the opposite side speak again: "Longmen Pass is closer to Liaodong. If you want to avenge Master, kill the Tatars quickly. That place is even more useful."
Man Gui threw the wine bag to the brother behind him, wiped his mouth, and his eyes fell on the long scar beside the bridge of Ma Xianglin's nose. The unruly look in his eyes faded away, and they became more research-intensive.
"Are you the General Ma who fought against Zhengbai Banner in Fushun?"
"Yes, it's just old things. I'm the guilty one now."
"Oh," Man Gui took off the rag strips wrapped around his waist and tied them tightly again, "The court decides who is guilty or not. We don't know. We only obey those who can be beaten. The guy used by General Ma is a gun.
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Ma Xianglin caught a glimpse of Man Gui's big hand already resting on the handle of the knife.
The language among warriors is simple and straightforward, unlike the arrogance and convoluted language among scribes.
Ma Xianglin was not surprised that this low-level general, who was only a flag officer, dared to challenge the authority of the commander-in-chief. Looking at the tone of the deputy general talking to Man Gui, it was obvious that this brave general in his prime years was treated with rare favor and tolerance by his superiors.
of.
If the boss can't convince him, he can only rely on the warrior's hard work.
"Brother Mangui, are you going to play tricks with me?"
Man Guicang pulled out his knife with a clang: "Play!"
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In the camp shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, the soldiers no longer gathered in small groups, sniffing their noses, waiting for the rice soup and pancakes to come out of the pot, and no longer swallowed their saliva, listening to the veteran oil man's excited talk about the girls in the Zhangjiakou kiln.
Will serve people.
With the sound of whistles, laughter, and shouts, they gathered around one after another, like a group of ducks returning home late, stretching their heads and necks to stare at Man Gui and Ma Xianglin in the center of the circle.
"Young Master, I brought it."
The servant of Ma Mansion returned from the tent and threw something like a leather hat to Ma Xianglin.
Ma Xianglin caught it, put it on the head of the gun, and wrapped it in with the special hook and sickle.
On the other side, Man Gui also wrapped a circle with rattan rope from the blade edge to the back of the blade.
"A single sword breaks a gun! A single sword breaks a gun!"
There were shouts and screams all around.
Several of Ma Xianglin's servants folded their arms and curled their lips lightly.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying in the military that "the gun is the king of weapons." As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong. As long as it is in an open area where the gun can be used, and the sword is wielded, it will take at least four or five to subdue the spear general.
Only by cooperating with the swordsmen and combining frontal fights with sneak attacks from behind enemy lines can you have a good chance of winning.
Can you defeat a gun with a single sword? You want to eat shit.
On the snowy ground, Man Gui grabbed Ma Xianglin's wine bag again and took a few greedy sips. Then she walked near Ma Xianglin and bent down to pull out the branch that the other party had just planted as a boundary.
"General Ma, you are the guest, and our army is the master. We are all men with the handle, and there is no reason for the master to bully the guests. I am full of Gui, and I don't need the help of this circle of broken wood. When you use the gun, you can go wherever you like.
Just retreat wherever you go."
In the back row of the crowd, a new soldier Danzi asked an old soldier for advice: "What kind of horse general does that look like an actor just plant a row of dead branches?"
The old soldier explained: "A spear is a long weapon. The smaller the fighting area, the more restricted the marksmanship is. As soon as people come up, they have to give way to the sword wielder."
Another soldier said "Hey": "Man Gui is a Mongolian savage, and he is very indifferent to his ancestral sword skills. General Ma thought it was giving him some leeway. He must have felt that General Ma was trying to tear him down. Hey, come on.
Look, look, we’re about to move!”
Following his soft call, the old soldier beside him simply ordered his subordinates: "Put me up and watch!"
The two soldiers quickly carried it on their backs and held it up, lifting the old soldier half up.
Looking at the mountains and small mountains at a glance, the veteran suddenly felt that the pattern of the world had opened up, and he could clearly see the good drama in the field.
But on top of the shallow splash of fine snow, a golden thread rushed straight towards Mangui.
That was the gun barrel painted more eye-catchingly by the setting sun.
Since Ma Xianglin knew that Mangui prided himself on his dignity as a swordsman, he no longer held back his attacks, but attacked the vital points as soon as he came up.
He retreated in order to advance, taking a few quick and steady steps back, opening a distance of about two feet in an instant. At the same time, his waist and abdomen suddenly tightened, pressing against the barrel of the gun, turning his left and right wrists alternately, and leaning back slightly with his shoulders.
He suddenly exerted his strength, and a set of "stop the gun, take the gun, and thrust the gun" moves were shorter than the blink of an eye of the soldiers.
Man Gui saw that the black cowhide round head was like an enlarged lead bullet, heading straight for his throat, and suddenly transformed into a black lotus petal-like figure while shaking, making it difficult to tell which petal would be hit.
Your own killing weapon.
However, Ma Xianglin's spear was faster, and Man Gui's eyesight was even faster. The final direction of the spear head was captured in a flash of lightning.
He quickly moved in the opposite direction, and swung the Yan Ling Dao in his hands at the same time, hitting the head of the cowhide spear without any hesitation.
The golden gun barrel shook violently, and was quickly stabilized by its owner from behind, who then took it back and began the second round of attacks.